21 December 2010

The Memories in our Hearts

We were all young once. We carry the memories in our hearts of our beauty in our youth and the sweet innocence of our childhood. Many of us long for those carefree days. We remember the sweet puppy breath of our first baby dog. We remember all the days we played outside digging holes in the ground and building forts, making mud pies and climbing trees, riding horseback and singing silly songs, splashing in the rain puddles along the streets, our first bicycle, playing tag, the magic of the colourful lights on a Christmas tree, the sweet aroma filling the house with fresh baked cookies, exploring our world and tasting the earth . . .

I remember marveling at the beauty of a Butterfly taking flight and landing in my hair. And the first time I sat out on the cool grass in the darkness beneath a night sky gazing up at the moon and realised for the first time that it was round, feeling transported by the magic of that moment when I understood the wonder of a planet suspended in the sky. We remember our fear and sense of wonder the first time we saw the ocean .. the "big water"... we cherish all those precious things and the people we have loved all our lives. This is what we see when we gaze into the mirror. No one can ever really know what is in the heart of another person.

While it is true the Universe is always listening, we are the only ones on this earth who really know ourselves. We are known to others by the power of our intentions. We are known and remembered forever by our words and our actions. Words are powerful. Be careful what you say. It is not as important how we look as what is in our hearts, and the words we project, for thought becomes form and that which we focus on we give power to. Always remember the power of now. To be present here in the moment. Focus on this very moment on this very day, every day, for it is really all you have. There are no promises and no guarantees for how much time we have in this life to make a positive difference in the lives of others during our time here on this Earth. Love is the only truly important thing in life. So when you look at your parents, when you gaze into your Mother or your Father's eyes, try and see the sweet innocent child in them. It will open your eyes to your past and to your future. No matter how old we are, we are all children.

As the Observer, we all see the child in ourselves. The innocence, the purity and the very essence of our soul is what we see when we look into our own eyes. Just as when I look at my husband, I see and love the boy within the man. Just as when I gaze into the eyes of my own dear children and see my own immortality. In my heart I am still an innocent little girl.

Sharon Mau﻿

07 August 2014

We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us even in our soundest sleep. I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavour. It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts - inspirational quotes by Henry David Thoreau

Ka Makau

The makau (fish hook) holds the past while grasping the thread of the future. We need to reach forward using nä mea kapu, those sacred things, those customs and mo‘olelo to set the rudder. To look back at the wake of your coming, pick your star in the future and set the steering paddle.

The fish hook, like the cross of Christianity, has both a mundane and a spiritual form. In Hawai‘i it is the central philosophical and spiritual symbol. It symbolizes the connection between heaven and earth; it helps us reach to the heavens.

Cast a hook and catch a star in heaven; hold it fast so that we may partake of the collective ancestral spirit and wisdom and be spiritually sustained.

In the mundane, the hook fetches up the secrets of the kai hohonu (deep ocean). Cast a hook and partake of the gifts from below so we may be physically sustained on our life’s journey....

"If you are blinded by the many lights on the byways of Hawai‘i today, all you have to do is look to the heavens. The stars have shifted constantly, and yet are in the same place upon the appointed hour. They’re solid as the fluid world of Te Moananui (the vast ocean). Everything is changing and yet everything is the same - Sam Ka'ai

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Earth Song

I heard the spring wind whisperAbove the brushwood fire,The world is made foreverOf transport and desire.I am the breath of being,The primal urge of things;I am the whirl of star dust,I am the lift of wings.

I am the splendid impulseThat comes before the thought,The joy and exaltationWherein the life is caught.

Across the sleeping furrowsI call the buried seed,And blade and bud and blossomAwaken at my need.

Within the dying ashesI blow the sacred spark,And make the hearts of loversTo leap against the dark.

I heard the spring light whisperAbove the dancing stream,The world is made foreverIn likeness of a dream.

I am the law of planets,I am the guide of man;The evening and the morningAre fashioned to my plan.

I tint the dawn with crimson,I tinge the sea with blue;My track is in the desert,My trail is in the dew.

I paint the hills with colour,And in my magic domeI light the star of eveningTo steer the traveller home.

Within the house of being,I feed the lamp of truthWith tales of ancient wisdomAnd prophecies of youth.

I heard the spring rain murmurAbove the roadside flower,The world is made foreverIn melody and power.

I keep the rhythmic measureThat marks the steps of time,And all my toil is fashionedTo symmetry and rhyme.

I plow the untilled upland,I ripe the seeding grass,And fill the leafy forestWith music as I pass.

I hew the raw, rough graniteTo loveliness of line,And when my work is finished,Behold, it is divine!

I am the master-builderIn whom the ages trust.I lift the lost perfectionTo blossom from the dust.

Then Earth to them made answer,As with a slow refrainBorn of the blended voicesOf wind and sun and rain,

This is the law of beingThat links the threefold chain:The life we give to beautyReturns to us again - poetry by: Bliss Carman (1861-1929)

The Heart of Solitude

There is a voice within you that no one, noteven you, has ever heard. There is a welcome for you at the heart of solitude. When you realize this, most of the fear thatgoverns your life falls away. The moment your fear transfigures, you come intorhythm with your own self - John O'Donohue

from his book Anam Cara(which means soul friend in Gaelic)

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By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but nature more...

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but nature more,

From these our interviews, in which I stealFrom all I may be, or have been before,To mingle with the universe, and feelWhat I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll!Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;Man marks the earth with ruin-his controlStops with the shore; upon the watery plain

The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remainA shadow of man's ravagesave his own,When for a moment, like a drop of rain,He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.

His steps are not upon thy paths - thy fieldsAre not a spoil for himthou dost ariseAnd shake him from thee;the vile strength he wields for earth's destruction thou dost all despise,Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,And send'st him,shivering in thy playful spray,And howling,to his gods,where haply lies his petty hope in some near port or bay,

And dashest him again to earth: there let him lay.

The armaments which thunderstrike the wallsOf rock-built cities,bidding nations quake,And monarchs tremble in their capitals,The oak leviathans,whose huge ribs make their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war;

These are thy toys,and,as the snowy flake, they melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar alike the armada's pride,or spoils of Trafalgar.

Thy shores are empires,changed in all save thee Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?

Thy waters washed them power while they were free,And many a tyrant since:their shores obey the stranger, slave or savage;their decay has dried up realms to desertsnot so thou,

Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's formGlasses itself in tempests;in all time calm or convulsed-in breeze,or gale, or storm,Icing the pole,or in the torrid climeDark-heaving;boundless, endless and sublime

The image of eternity-the throneOf the invisible;even from out thy slime the monsters of the deep are made;each zone obeys thee;thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.

And I have loved thee, ocean!And my joy of youthful sports was on thy breast to beBorne,like thy bubbles,onwardfrom a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers they to me were a delight;and if the freshening sea made them a terror'twas a pleasing fear,

For I was as it were a child of thee,And trusted to thy billows far and near,And laid my hand upon thy mane as I do here.